Page 20 of Releasing Reenie

I began treading water so I could watch her. It was as if the endorphins, and my comical fall lowered her guard. She took a bottle of water from the belt around her waist and took several swallows. She had a runners glow and a sheen of sweat covered her skin.

Sweat dampened her shirt beneath her breasts, but it did nothing to deter me from staring. She was just as gorgeous as ever and I still wanted her. Even though my brain knew we weren’t sexually compatible, that we both craved control too much, my cock didn’t care.

But I’d been here before, and letting my hormones loose, didn’t work out so well for my heart. Unfortunately, even with that reminder, I couldn’t peel my eyes from her.

When she slipped her bottle back in her belt, I noticed a drip of water rolling down her chin, it hung there a moment as if teasing me about where it was headed, and then it dropped right between her breasts.

Herperfectbreasts, glistening with sweat, which wasn’t a turn off at all.

“Your lips are turning blue. Still sticking with the ‘it’s balmy’ story?”

I glanced back up at her face and gave her a half-smile.

“Okay, you caught me. It’s about as balmy as Alaska in March.”

“You’re going to freeze to death, Trent. Come on.” She extended a hand to me, and I took it. The feel of her warm hand in my cold one gave me an unmanly flutter in my gut.

My limbs were numb, making my movements awkward, so when she tugged me forward, I collided against her.

“Gah!”

She yelped as my wet clothing hit her hot skin, but she didn’t push me away. Instead, she stood her ground, staring up at me, her eyes heating.

When she started rubbing her hands up and down my arms, her gaze still locked on mine, my cock swelled against the cold material of my shorts. I didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or impressed that while my other extremities were malfunctioning, my dick seemed impervious to the freezing bath I’d just had.

In one swift move, she yanked me forward. Suddenly our mouths were crushed against one another and we were making out like fucking long-lost lovers in some epic teen-romance novel.

And then it turned R rated.

Her arms looped around my neck and my fingers plowed through her hair until my palm was at the back of her head, my fingers gripping her in place. She hitched her leg up onto my hip and I grabbed the back of her knee with my free hand to pull her against me. Pressing myself shamelessly against her hot middle, I moaned.

She mewled against my mouth and it was the most feminine sound I’d ever heard. I’d never felt so greedy for the taste of someone in my life. And by the way she tugged at me, I wasn’t alone in my feelings.

As our mouths mated, I released her head to grab a handful of her ass and yank her up tighter against me. Her legs wrapped around my waist and I squeezed her supple ass.

How many fucking times had I imagined this? How many fucking times had I wanted this? Suddenly all higher thought was gone as she reached down between us and palmed me through the material of my shorts.

I growled. Like. A. Beast.

Spinning us, I sat on the bench, her in my lap, and tugged her hair until her head went back and her neck was exposed. She shivered as I kissed, licked and sucked the sensitive skin. She kept rubbing and squeezing my cock, her hand wedged between us. It lurched and strained against my shorts fighting for release. God, I wanted to be skin to skin with her.

Yanking her tank top down until the zipper of her sports bra was accessible, I nipped her collarbone and unzipped it. It popped wide; ample milky breasts swelled out.

“Wet… clothes. Not good… catch your death,” she said, her words coming out in choppy huffs as she tugged at my head, pulling me to her now free breasts.

“You’re… keeping me… warm. Hot actually.” My words were just as ragged as hers. I nuzzled a plump nipple free and sucked it into my mouth while massaging her bottom. “You okay?”

She moaned her response so I released her ass, reaching between us instead. “Open those legs wider, darlin,” I drawled, as my hand forcefully did just that.

“That’s my girl.” I rewarded her obedience by drawing her nipple deeper into my mouth and rubbing her mound through her shorts. “So hot.”

She gasped as my hooked finger pressed against her, circling. She closed her legs, as much as she could while straddling me, just as I found a nice rhythm, so I tutted her. “Open for me, Reenie. I’m going to give you what you want. What you need.”

Her legs relaxed again, and I continued to massage her until her mewl from earlier was back and she was rocking against myhand. She fumbled down the waistband of my shorts, reaching inside to…fuuuck.

Her fingers skimmed the head of my cock, and it almost threw off my rhythmic stroking. Almost, but I was too focused on her, and my desired outcome for her.

When her warm fingers encircled me, I clenched my teeth, unable to hold back a moan. I considered stopping what I was doing to get her shorts down, put my mouth on her, but she was too close. And we weren’t done. I had time, didn’t I? Maybe I didn’t.

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